Who: Jess and Jamie
Setting: their apartment, morning after the fireworks
Jess leaned off the side of her hammock, looking over where JJ was in his . “Well, at the very least...his music isn’t terrible.” They’d looked up Cody, comparing his current photo with the ones from his heyday, when he was popular. They’d listened to his music. She was still pretty sure he wasn’t the kind of guy that Jamie should be hanging out with, but she hadn’t said that. Not yet. She was kind of giving him space to figure that out on his own.
Jamie had one leg hanging out of his hammock, which he used to push against the wall every now and then, keeping him swinging gently. He had his eyes closed, flicking through the images they’d talked about earlier and which played against the inside of his eyelids. He had one arm under his head, cradling it against his pillow - a hand-embroidered cushion he’d traded three days dancing for last summer. It had been a lot of work, but the cushion was a work of art and the girl had no credits to actually pay him with. “I like it,” he said dreamily, after a moment, humming along to the music. He was still trying to work out what last night had been. He wasn’t used to attention like that and he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it.
( come JJ think about it )